The red sox sure aren't making it easy to be red sox fans, are they? The last three victories have all come via runs in the final inning (two in the ninth, one in the 12th!) and, frankly, all this nail-biting is killing me.
Last night the Somerville Rock House crew crowded around the TV set and worked on making our ulcers bigger and more painful. Granted, the end result was great but goddamn, can't we get a blowout sometime soon?
I actually attended the game two nights ago and met another in the long line of assholes I seemed destined to meet. Gordon had just come back to the seats with a hot dog for yours truly when he realized he forgot the mustard. No big deal, right? There are hot dog vendors all over the park and one happened to be coming by our row at that moment. So I yelled to him and asked if I could get some mustard. He said no. I showed him the dog and told him it was cool, we bought it. Still no. I asked why. He looked at me like I should know that asking a hot dog vendor for mustard for a dog that he did not personally sell is equivalent to asking him to gold plate his kidney, surgically remove it himself and feed it to me while softly rubbing my chest. Asshole.
Um, not to nitpick, but technically the Sox won in the 12th last night, not the 9th. I think what you meant to write was that they won their last three games in the last at-bat.
Maybe next time, you should think before you post. Asshole.
Um, technically, Joe never said the Sox won in the 9th last night. Read as follows:
"The last three victories have all come via runs in the final inning (two in the ninth, one in the 12th!) and, frankly, all this nail-biting is killing me."
He listed the innings in which the games finished, but never assigned any particular inning to any particular game.
Not to nitpick or anything, but you shouldn't make a mistake on your blog, correct it and then post snotty comments as anonymous "fooled by april fan." Asshole.
